In old Moscow

To the tune of Clementine

In old Moscow, in the Kremlin,
In the fall of ‘39,
Sat a Russian and a Prussian
Writing out the party line

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Oh, my darling, oh, my darling,
Oh, my darling party line;
Oh, I never will desert you,
For I love this life of mine.

Leon Trotsky was a Nazi;
Oh, we know it for a fact.
Pravda said it; we all read it,
Before the Stalin-Hitler Pact.

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Once a Nazi would be shot, see,
That was then the Party Line;
Now a Nazi’s hotsy-totsy,
Trotsky’s laying British mines.

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Now the Nazis and the Fuerher
Stand within the Party Line,
All the Russians love the Prussians,
Volga boatmen sail the Rhine.

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